Weight Loss Over the Rainbow

So I go to the doctor a few months ago and he tells me I have type 2 diabetes and “Shit!” falls out of my mouth because the last thing I need in my life is any sort of diabetes because I know the severity of diabetes seeing as my second wife was a type 1 and it killed her so I know I gotta get my act together and lose weight and eat sensible and start exercising again because 256 pounds on a 5’11” frame is asking for trouble even though the doctor checked my body fat and it’s only two points over the max for someone my age which sort of means I ain’t grossly obese but am still too damn fat and the doctor tells me if I get down to 200 pounds I’ll have this thing beat but damn I like eating and I mean eating really good quality food and seeing as my wife and nephew and I love cooking we eat some great meals and I’ve learned how to cook things I love but have trouble finding in this area and am more than happy to spend three hours batting out a curry or anything else for that matter and can cook a steak that makes you want to fall in love so I start watching my carbs except for breakfast because breakfast is like the greatest meal of the day. Now I love supper too because that’s when we usually have our big meal but breakfast…OH! Beautiful, beautiful breakfast…I want food within half an hour of waking, I need food when I wake up, but I don’t go to sleep thinking of breakfast. But oh, when I wake I anticipate the flavors, the textures, the smells, and if breakfast includes French toast well then you know that all is well with the world and four or five slices of French toast slathered in butter and peanut butter with just a drizzle of real maple syrup will make me weep, but alas, today I have maybe one slice of French toast on the rare occasion with low fat margarine, no peanut butter, and a drizzle of some fake low fat or low sugar crap that someone decided to market as maple syrup. Healthier? Probably, but what the hell is the point of it all? Food isn’t just something to keep the body functioning, it is passion…sort of like the difference between masturbating or having wild passionate sex…masturbation will keep your eyes from crossing but wild, wild passionate sex makes you feel the marrow in your bones. But now I only eat half a steak, half of the curry I indulged in…moderation…that’s straight from Buddha’s mouth…a wise man…but if I sort of indulge for breakfast then I’m pretty satisfied for the rest of the day and I started poking myself twice a day and got my sugars in the normal range and have dropped to 232 pounds in a sensible amount of time but now I’m perched on that damn 232 ledge and need to drop another 32 pounds which seems like its sitting at the end of the rainbow but there ain’t no damn rainbow to be seen.